Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
His tongue circled.
Teeth nipped.
Lips sucked.
Then he was moving across my chest, continuing the torment.
I was acutely aware of his fingers inside of me still as my walls started to tighten around them, dragging a rumbling sound out of Nino at the sensation.
Then his lips were leaving my breast, moving up my neck, then sealing to mine.
Hard.
Hungry.
And it was then that his fingers started to move inside of me once again.
Harder.
Faster.
More demanding.
My good arm rose, going around him, clinging to him as my legs started to feel weak.
From the kiss.
From his fingers.
“Come on,” he murmured against my lips. “Give me another one,” he demanded before he was kissing me again. Deeper. And his fingers were turning, crooking, sliding against my top wall.
It didn’t take long before I was crying out my release against his lips, my whole body shuddering with the waves of pleasure as they coursed through me.
He held me after, and his hand moved from between my thighs.
Only when the aftershocks subsided did he start to pull away.
“Why don’t you go pick out something easy to put on?” he suggested. “I’ll get your tea,” he added.
Still feeling a little unsteady, I forced my legs to carry me out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into my bedroom.
I mean, what was with this man?
He’d gone down on me twice now, then acted like nothing had happened afterward.
What was that about?
Granted, no, I wasn’t exactly in shape for sex. Or likely even going down on him, but still.
It was weird, right?
I managed to yank a fresh pair of panties up my legs, and found a silky nightgown to put on without assistance before I heard his footsteps coming down the hall.
“You have approximately forty different kinds of tea in your cabinet,” he told me as he came into my room with a steaming mug.
“I know. It’s a little excessive, but you never know what kind of tea you are going to be in the mood for. And some are medicinal.”
“I got you caffeine-free black tea. Figure that’s better for before bed,” he told me as I sat off the side of the bed.
“That’s perfect. Thank you.”
“I’ll go grab your meds,” he said, putting the mug down next to me, then turning to do that.
“No. Thanks. I’m okay.”
“Savannah,” he said with a little sigh, clearly frustrated with me. Which was somehow endearing. “You need to take your medicine. There’s no reason to suffer.”
“I’m going to sleep. I can take more tomorrow if I need it. But I don’t need it to sleep.”
The look he shot me was dubious, but he didn’t contradict me.
“What else can I get you?” he asked.
“Nothing. You’ve done enough. You’ve got to be tired too.”
“It’s barely dinner time, sweetheart,” he said, shooting me a smirk.
Was it?
God, it felt like it was after midnight.
“I think pain alters time perception,” he said, shrugging. “How about I get you something to eat? Just to leave on the nightstand, in case you get up later and you’re hungry.”
Because he seemed to want so badly to help, I went ahead and let him fuss, grabbing me some snacks from the kitchen, and piling them up next to the mason jar of water he’d also insisted on. And the blood builder pills my mother was always on me about taking.
“Did my mother tell you to make me take these?” I asked, shaking the glass bottle, the pills tinkering around inside.
“Nah. Saw ‘em next on the counter. I figured that after the blood loss, you could probably use them. I need to float something past you,” he said, suddenly looking a little… awkward.
Nino Grassi.
The suit-wearing, devilishly good-looking, oral-sex god was feeling awkward?
“Okay,” I said, nodding. “What’s up?”
“I want to install some cameras at the restaurant.”
“You know, the detective recommended the same thing. I put it on my to-do list.” But I had to admit it wasn’t exactly anywhere near the top. Security systems cost money, which we didn’t have a lot of at the moment. And, well, what were the chances of something happening again there? It wasn’t like this area was known for its bad crime rate.
“I’m sure they recommend it to any business, especially one run by two women.”
“It’s on my list,” I assured him, since it seemed important to him.
“No, sweetheart, I want to do it.”
“You do security systems? That’s your job?” I asked, realizing how much I wanted to know what he did, how little I actually knew about him, save for the stuff about his family.
“No. I work in imports. But I want to have it done for you guys.”
“Nino, seriously,” I said, starting to swing off the bed, but the wound in my midsection had me deciding to stay put. “You have already done so much. Too much. More than anyone else would ever do.”
“I know you think that,” he said, nodding as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “But it’s not enough. And I want to do this. Let me.”